Sometimes I Black Out And Wake Up To Find That I Spent The Last (checks Tablet Screen Time) Four Hours

Sometimes I black out and wake up to find that I spent the last (checks tablet screen time) …four hours doing highly rendered jegulily art

Something something pupils are the windows to your soul something something

(Closeups and ugly full canvas under the cut)

Barty the typa guy to yell “lover’s leap!” really loudly at Evan approximately 0.3 seconds before taking a flying leap into his arms

“journal” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 306 words

James is leaning against the door frame taking in the scene in front of him.

Regulus is sitting on the living room floor with his back against the couch. There’s a film playing on the TV, music coming from a separate speaker in the corner and a laptop open on the coffee table playing a YouTube video. Regulus’ journal is open on the floor beside him, there’s a book open but forgotten in his lap and Regulus is leaning against the couch scrolling on his phone.

“What are you doing, love?” James asks fondly after a minute.

“Just watching YouTube.” Regulus says simply without looking up.

James smiles and walks over to sit behind Regulus on the couch. Regulus tilts his head back and James leans down to kiss him.

“What’s with everything else?” James asks.

“What do you mean?” Regulus asks looking genuinely confused and James just sort of nods towards the various things around the room.

“Oh… well, I’m watching the YouTube video, but the TV is background noise and the music helps me focus. But sometimes my mind still gets distracted so I like to read for a bit while I’m watching and that helps me pay attention to the video. And then either the video or the book or the music will make me think of something so I have my journal to write it down so I don’t forget. And right now, I’m looking for what I want to watch next and also scrolling TikTok.” Regulus explains like it’s completely obvious.

“I love the way your mind works.” James smiles at him again and leans down for another kiss.

James settles back on the couch and starts watching the film and Regulus goes back to watching YouTube. (And reading. And listening to music. And journaling. And scrolling. And chatting with James about the film.)

james making it his main goal to make regulus laugh. but like, an actual laugh. the ones you have to go sit down or just straight up fall on the floor because you lose all strength and there are tears in your eyes and you're out of breath and you just can't. stop. laughing.

he has never seen regulus having one of those and he spends almost two months doing the stupidest things and trying out dozens and dozens of different jokes until he finally makes regulus laugh and he laughs alongside him and jumps around throwing his hands in the air celebrating like he just won the lottery and. and.

and he actually stops to look at regulus. his whole face had turned into the prettiest shade of red and his lashes are wet from where tears had slipped and he's breathing heavily and james' whole world collapses when he opens his mouth — probably to call him stupid once again — and his voice cracks and he just laughs more at it.

james has stopped laughing for a while now, but now he's staring at regulus and he's just as breathless as him.

september 8 - reckless - @taylorswiftmicrofic (moonwater) - 235 words

Neither Remus nor Regulus were reckless individuals, not in the slightest.

So when they officially began dating, it wasn’t because of a dramatic confession of love or a big gesture. They didn’t crash into each other with all the force in the world, not the way Barty and Evan had.

Their relationship had become officially a thing in the library, of all places. Likely the most predictable place, the two spent all their time together inside of it.

They didn’t just study, their getting together came after weeks of laying on the floor of the library in between shelves. Remus would lean up against the shelf and beckon Regulus over.

Regulus laid down and rested his head in Remus’s lap and he would read aloud to them both. Remus would listen to Regulus’s melodic voice, running his fingers through Regulus’s curls until both dozed off.

Three months into this tradition, Remus looked down at Regulus in his lap and warm brown eyes met a mute gray. Regulus felt a soft smile spread across his face and he watched as Remus leaned to press his lips to Regulus’s.

In a moment Remus found Regulus entirely in his lap, legs straddling him and mouth on his. They kissed as if they would die without the other, as if they were each other’s only source of air. They didn’t leave the library for a long time after that.

Carry On, Simon. 💜💚